The kids left home
The kids got a kid of her own
But don’t knock that door
Don’t knock it nobody’s home

The mystery signs
Turn off and follow at blind
The interstate is jammed and crammed with exhaust mist
It’ll only lead you somewhere you’ll never miss, you’ll never miss

Get on the blue highways
Follow the blue highways
You know that they're there
You know that they're there
Where the real America lies

The rusty chrome
The shudders swing open and closed
But don’t knock that door
Don’t knock it nobody’s home

The blood runs cold
The blood runs cold
There must be gold where fools are
That’s what we are, that’s what we are

Get on the blue highways
Follow the blue highways
You know that they're there
You know that they're there
Where the real America lies

Blue highways…